| I’ll put this place behind me soon
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| For somewhere bright and shiny and new
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| These streets got smaller the more I grew
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| It might be trite but it’s true
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| I’m walking home in the early evening
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| My fingers are numb and I can see myself breathing
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| I feel down and out, I feel like up-and-leaving
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| There’s somewhere I’d rather be than here
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| I’m as good as my word, I’m as good as gone
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| Some days nothing can go wrong
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| And I feel strange and I feel strong
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| This is not where I belong…
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| And I don’t love you any more
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| And I don’t love you any less
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| You’re just as lovely as you were
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| The day we met
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| Let’s get out of here
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| I’m looking forward to the future
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| I’ve got a good idea
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| And I’ve got a motorscooter |